This colossal behemoth was the prize I had been eyeing from the very beginning. Dealing the final blow wasn't just about survival or prestige; it was about the harvest. I wanted every single bone I could extract from this mountain of flesh.
My past record for scavenging was solid, with Golden Grade bones being the absolute peak of what I had managed to secure. But standing in the heart of this ancient, cursed terror, I was dreaming of shattering that record entirely.
I placed my palm against the cooling, leathery wall of the internal chamber, feeling the latent power still humming within the marrow.
[Do you want to use the Separation Skill?]
"Use it," I commanded.
The moment the skill was activated, I bore witness to a scene I would carry with me for the rest of my life. The entire behemoth—every mile of its mountainous body—began to glow.
